Maudeâs grave.
âWeâve already checked,â she told me. âSo far thereâs been no sign of grave robbers. Has Beatrice called?â
âNot yet,â I said and hung up. I knew Thelma was disappointed not to have any further news to spread around.
The phone didnât ring until after six oâclock. When it did, it made me jump, and my heart started beating fast. It was Beatrice.
âEsmeralda, theyâve caught two suspects, but they werenât wearing masks, so theyâre probably not the real robbers.â
âWhat do you mean? They wouldnât be wearing masks except when theyâre holding up a store.â
âDonât worry me with details, Esmeralda. Iâm too nervous to live, much less think straight. Iâve broke out in a rash that is itching me to death. Iâve got more on me than a body can take, what with murderers on the loose and them two upstairs. Last night he left, slammed the door on his way out, stomped down the stairs, and left her bawling upstairs. I could hear her on the phone to her mama. He donât come home until the wee hours. I canât put up with much more of this. I tell you, Esmeralda, I have about had it. I might just as well give up this job, move back to Live Oaks, and get set up in the county home.â
âNow, Beatrice, youâre overreacting. Calm down. Those gunmen are behind bars, and as for the situation upstairs, there is no reason why that has to go on forever. Just give me a little time, and Iâll think of something. Right now, we got to take care of that itch.â
The phone cord was all kinked up again, but this was no time to try to unkink it. She was historical. âThey may be behind bars, but you know our court system lets criminals go scot-free. Our jails have got swinging doors! Iâm about to have a nervous breakdown, Esmeralda. I canât go on like this.â
âYes, you can. Now get hold of yourself!â
âGet hold of myself? How can I? I come to work, and first thing happens is that termite man. He gets his coffee, then comes up to the counter and hangs aroundâreadsthe warning on the cig pack, puts it down, says he donât smoke, as if that mattered to me. Told me his name, Carl something-or-other, as if I wanted to know. Then he starts with the questions: Do I like to go to picture shows? Do I like to bowl? All he gets out of me is a grunt, and I keep so busy behind the counter that I do everything twice that can be done.â
She was running on at the mouth like a floodgate let loose. I had to stop her somehow.
âBeatrice, have you forgot what I told you when this thing first happened?â
âWhat about?â
âAbout the Lord protecting you.â
âNo, I have not forgot, but I donât understand why I should fear God. Heâs the onliest one I am not afraid of.â
Oh, my, I thought. How in the world can I ever get through to her on that? I took a deep breath. âBeatrice, to fear God donât mean what you think. When you are not so nervous and we can sit down and talk about that, Iâll try to explain it. Itâll take a lot of time for me to get through to you, but I think I can do it.â
âWhat about the angels? Do you think when Iâm in that store, thereâs a flock of angels around me?â
That made me squirm a bit. âWho needs angels,â I said, âwhen we have got Jesus? When angels arenât praising the Lord, all they do is run errands. People who donât know the first thing about Jesus have gone crazy over angels. You have got Jesus. He will never leave you nor forsake you.â
It was the best I could do under the circumstances. And it was the truth.
Beatrice heaved a big sigh. âEsmeralda,â she said, âI donât mean to complain. I am thankful to the Lord they caught suspects, but this rash is itching me so bad, I am about to go out of my
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